A List. For Tuesday. And for Diane S-S.

1. I was checking out my blog stats the other day and was absolutely blown away by y’all. Thank you so much! So, only 6 of you are commenting regularly…what is up with you 75-100 other regular folks? Please pop in with a comment, just to say Hey. I have to have “traffic” on my blog before I can go all commercial on you.

2. Maybe once I get more serious about my writing…the “traffic” will come?

3. It is 10:40pm. I’m waiting for the 100 or so pics I just edited to upload to Flickr. Senior Football Banquet pics. It was a fun night. We had a blast setting up. Good people. Thankful for them in my life.

4. One day, in the future, I will share with y’all about the last two football years. Maybe in that book I’m going to write someday. I will just drop a teaser on you. It is amazing the impact a life-changing event has on the little bits and pieces of life…that we don’t even realize or think about until we look back.

5. This morning, after finally snatching a solid two hour sleep after a week of pretty much cat-napping, I got some church work done and then tackled the kitchen. From top to bottom. I spent the entire day on it. God help the pitiful fool who dares to eat, cook or otherwise touch anything in that kitchen. From now on.

6. Tomorrow I tackle the dining room and living room, which won’t take as long. Getting the house ready for The Holiday Season! I love it. I can’t wait for the boys to pull the 38 boxes out of the attic so I can start rediscovering all the treasures. Did I share with y’all that a couple years ago our neighbor, Flo, was over helping us decorate the tree. The previous year, I had finally sorted all of the kids homemade ornaments and made each of them their own bag o’ treasures. I must have been baking or doing laundry or something, but when I came back into the living room I noticed a bunch of the kids’ homemade ornaments on the tree. I looked around and there was Flo sitting in the middle of all of the kids’ ornaments which she had dumped, bag by bag, into one big happy pile on the floor. I took that to mean it wasn’t time to save those treasures for later and every year since they are back on the tree. This is our first Christmas without Flo. Since it was her favorite time of year, and she passed away a couple weeks before Christmas, she will especially be on my heart.

7. As I was editing the photos from the Senior Football Banquet, I ran across a few of me with my family. My family looks awesome. I just look fat. Just calling it like it is. I’ve never, ever, been this…voluptuous. I realized today, thanks to the dreaded “S” word *scale* that I have gained 40 pounds in the last 2.5 years. FORTY POUNDS. I won’t bore you with the whining. I’m taking it up with myself first thing in the morning.

8. Have y’all heard about this new “game”…the Knockout Game? I was dumbfounded when I saw it on the news. Have people completely lost their minds? Like I said…dumbfounded. I don’t even know where to start.

9. So be honest. Do you get a tad melancholy during Thanksgiving and Christmas? I don’t. But when that consistently frigid air moves in around mid-January, the only thing that picks up my mood is lots and lots of presents. The Wild Boy’s birthday is January 30 and mine is January 31. He will be…oh-my-Lord-no Eighteen on his next birthday. I will be turning a lovely little number that no one really needs to know. My Man already purchased the standard boy-turns-18 birthday gift that may, or may not, include a bunch of manly tools. What does The Wild Boy really want for his 18th birthday? Firearms. And ammo. True story. I’m still not sure how I ended up with these redneck, firearm-packing children.

10. Finally, number 10. Have I ever mentioned that I despise odd numbers? Did you notice I have three children…an odd number? At the first mention of rounding out our number to a lovely four children…My Man ran for the nearest phone and made a few calls and before I knew it, we were sitting in the doc’s office. No number four child for us. This birthday coming up is an odd numbered birthday for me. So I am ignoring it. That does not mean, however, that I don’t want presents. Because I do. Just to be clear.

Love you guys.

Feeling a Tad Overwhelmed.

So I am consumed with all of my stuff these days. Consumed with wanting to get to work on it, clean it out, get rid of it, etc.

But The Holiday Season is upon us. Senior Football Banquet is tomorrow night. I have tons to do at work. A crowd of family is coming to my house for Thanksgiving. I’m feeling a tad overwhelmed.

I always do this at this time of year. I think my obsessing about Christmas is my coping mechanism to make this Season more joyful. Even I had to read that sentence a couple of times to make sure it made sense.

My mantra for 2013 was, “Just Say No.” So, how did I end up being in charge of all of these things? I have a people-pleasing problem would be what some of you will say. I think it’s more a selfishness problem. The things I took on have been all about The Wild Boy…helping with Football Spirit Wear; being in charge of the Senior Football Banquet; being on the board for FCA at West Springfield High School. I am really trying to eek out every last second of Wild Boy teenager stuff before these days are gone.

Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining about that. I am actually complaining about letting my house and accumulation of stuff get to this point. But, the light is at the end of the tunnel. I told TWB last night that the first week is head’s out off to college, I am gutting his room. While that really isn’t going to be the case (mostly because My Girl jumped in and said, “I thought we were doing my room first?!”…and we are), I am taking a stand and taking back the house. Chances are, TWB will be back in four years, just like his brother and sister who don’t seem to be making any plans to move out on their own anytime soon. *Secretly, I’m okay with it…shhhhhhhhh.* At least until My Man retires in two years and we figure out the What Next. My mantra for 2014 will be “Just Say No” and mean it. And also a few other things that my Quiet Time has me thinking about letting go/changing.

By the way, I’m not ignoring your suggestions about what I should write about this month. I am actually saving your suggestions for January when I will be planning out my writing and getting more serious about it. I hope. I think. No, I am going to.

Thank you, all of you, for being so encouraging and supportive. When I end my posts with “love you guys” it is because I truly do.

Love you guys.

Monday thankfuls.

…sitting with My Girl watching her baby brother (her “munchkin” who is 6’3″) football. We took selfies; we laughed; we lamented on how very lucky we are, despite the tremendous loss and pain…

…puppy breath with puppy snuggles…

…feeling overwhelmed because we have All This Stuff…

…Bath & Body Works Gentle Foaming Hand Soap…in all the yummy Fall flavors…

…purple anything…

…Queen Elizabeth roses growing in my front garden…

…having all my babies with me, Sunday morning, in the church pew…

…after Sunday lunch with sweet friends…

…my baby, all grown up, entering his Senior year of high school…

…books, books, books…

Love you guys.

Nothing Bothers This Kid

When The Little Boy announced he was going to play QB for his football team, his father was elated. The Man pretty much sat the bench when he played football. Living vicariously through our children’s sports, as he is want to do, the QB news was pretty sweet.

And then a couple days ago, The Little Boy, in passing, mentioned there was “a new kid” who had been on vacation and HE would be the new QB and The Little Boy would be the wide receiver. Said with a shrug and a grin…The Little Boy was over it and had moved on.

Not. So. The. Man.

It doesn’t matter that the wide receiver SCORES the touchdowns, the QB makes it happen and also leads the team. I do have to give The Man some credit, though…he was tickled pink by The Little Boy’s reaction to the entire event…pretty much like he reacts to everything. In a laid back, quiet way.

Interesting since this child emerged from the womb screaming and basically screamed for the next three years any time he was out of my sight/off my hip. If he had been the first child, he would definitely have been the ONLY child. I like to think he got it all out of his system in those first three years.

So back to The Little Boy’s first scrimmage yesterday.

There he was, leading his team in warm-ups. Usually reserved for the QB position. The Man and I were wondering what was going on. He did a lot of passing during warm-ups. What’s the deal? He started as QB in the scrimmage and was the only QB during the scrimmage (ran for 4 touch downs, by the way, one on a fumble he picked up on the left side and turned back around and ran around the right side). He outran everyone. EVERYONE. Have I mentioned he is freakishly tall? He’s only 11, but could easily pass for a 9th grader. Even six months ago, I wouldn’t exactly call him “fast”…all arms and legs, he just couldn’t seem to coordinate them and get moving in high gear. But there he was, smokin’ everyone on the run.

Oh yes, there was a whole lotta grinnin’ coming from The Man this day.

After the scrimmage, The Man asked our third child what was up with QB position? He gave us “the look” (you know the one…where they look at you like you’ve grown three heads and are speaking in alien tongue) and replied, “oh, guess they decided I’m the only quarter back after all” and kept on walking.

The Man and I, completely nonplussed by the delivery of this response gave each other a high five and followed after him like the happy, proud parents we are.

Things Are Hoppin’ Here…and Some Pictures.

The Boy is sitting at the airport, waiting to get on their plane for Colorado Springs. They’ll spend the night there at a little over 6,000 feet above sea level to begin to adjust to the altitude change. They’ll head into the mountains tomorrow. Best Bud’s dad grew up spending vacation time at a cabin in the mountains. I felt better knowing he was in control and NOT Best Bud and The Boy! Apparently the cabin is the last reachable home before switching to ATV’s/snow mobiles and in fact you need a snow mobile to get to this cabin between October and April. The Boy just phoned. He is so excited. I miss him already.

My Girl with her twin cousins:
Tonight is the last night of volleyball tryouts for My Girl. The competition is brutal this year. She’s only 5’6″…oh, and 1/4. A part of me wishes she would not make the team so that we can start the new school year off totally focusing on school. The other part of me knows how much she enjoys playing volleyball. Competitive volleyball. Either way, God’s in control and knows what is best for My Girl. The fact that He counts the hairs on our head and knows each sparrow comforts that He also cares about the results of a volleyball try out!

The Little Boy continues with football tryouts tonight.
He. Is. Loving. It.
It has been so brutally hot and humid, though, that tonight will be first night they practice in pads and area therefore allowed “contact”. They’ve done their fair share of killing the dummies, running, catching, punting, but no contact. Heard a rumor that he will also have practice tomorrow morning.

The Hair just cracks me up. His football coach said, “it will be coming off…one way or another.”
Nana & Grandpa on their birthday.

Katie & Granddad…The Man’s parents. They came down for Nana & Grandpa’s birthday (my parents).

Summer is speeding to a close. We have less than a month left before school begins. I’m trying to get some “changing in”. As in, Changing Me.
More on that later!